The Creaky Bra Saga
Jul. 12th, 2013 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eumeliaI figured you'd all be interested to know that I grew up.
I went up a cup size and went down in band size. This because I've been wearing the wrong size bra for who knows how long. I went up from a C to a D and down from an (European sizing) 85 to a 75. For the first time in years my bras feel snug and aren't poking into me.
Who knew!?
Well, apparently lots of people, because more than once when my girl friends and I discussed the topic of bras, which was kind of often, seeing as many of us are busty and bras over a certain size are fucking expensive and can only be found in "speciality size underwear shops" which another post for a different day.
*deep breath*
In any event, I decided to use the holiday coupons I got from work to buy new bras. I also decided I'd ask what size I should wear. The staffer took one look at me and said sternly. "You're a 75D." And I was all, um, okay, let me try them on.
Which I did.
It was a hallelujah moment, let me tell you.
I bought four new, beautiful bras last week and I've had the chance to wear two of them so far.
One of them creaks.
Like an old floorboard. No really, when I move my shoulders, it sounds like I need oiling. Which is what my boss said to me when she asked me, "Are you creaking?" I mean, she called me the Tin-Man!
It was a source of great amusement at work, where we are very casual, and people found my bewilderment rather funny.
But what's really extraordinary is that other people have mentioned this happening to them too! That this is apparently something that happens when you have a bigger bust.
Also, the idea of being of a bigger bust kind of floored me. I'm used to thinking of myself as a C cup. Not to mention that I internalised a whole lot of negative notions about being "a bigger girl."
What I mean is, being a C didn't seem excessive to me, even though the whole notion of breasts being excessive in any way, shape or form is toxic and pathological in the way one perceives their own body and flesh. I mean, big breasts always seemed to belong to women who were both taller and fatter than I, the association stuck I suppose. So now I am a busty D cup girl and I'm not fat. I just have big boobs.
But the association of fat as a bad thing in relation of having big breasts wasn't one I expected.
There's lots to unpack. The very fact that I need to unpack this experience says a lot about the way breasts and the size of them have been objectified to the point that it almost feels like I need to justify myself having them.
Also, regardless of what size you are, you can enjoy Busty Girl Comics!
I went up a cup size and went down in band size. This because I've been wearing the wrong size bra for who knows how long. I went up from a C to a D and down from an (European sizing) 85 to a 75. For the first time in years my bras feel snug and aren't poking into me.
Who knew!?
Well, apparently lots of people, because more than once when my girl friends and I discussed the topic of bras, which was kind of often, seeing as many of us are busty and bras over a certain size are fucking expensive and can only be found in "speciality size underwear shops" which another post for a different day.
*deep breath*
In any event, I decided to use the holiday coupons I got from work to buy new bras. I also decided I'd ask what size I should wear. The staffer took one look at me and said sternly. "You're a 75D." And I was all, um, okay, let me try them on.
Which I did.
It was a hallelujah moment, let me tell you.
I bought four new, beautiful bras last week and I've had the chance to wear two of them so far.
One of them creaks.
Like an old floorboard. No really, when I move my shoulders, it sounds like I need oiling. Which is what my boss said to me when she asked me, "Are you creaking?" I mean, she called me the Tin-Man!
It was a source of great amusement at work, where we are very casual, and people found my bewilderment rather funny.
But what's really extraordinary is that other people have mentioned this happening to them too! That this is apparently something that happens when you have a bigger bust.
Also, the idea of being of a bigger bust kind of floored me. I'm used to thinking of myself as a C cup. Not to mention that I internalised a whole lot of negative notions about being "a bigger girl."
What I mean is, being a C didn't seem excessive to me, even though the whole notion of breasts being excessive in any way, shape or form is toxic and pathological in the way one perceives their own body and flesh. I mean, big breasts always seemed to belong to women who were both taller and fatter than I, the association stuck I suppose. So now I am a busty D cup girl and I'm not fat. I just have big boobs.
But the association of fat as a bad thing in relation of having big breasts wasn't one I expected.
There's lots to unpack. The very fact that I need to unpack this experience says a lot about the way breasts and the size of them have been objectified to the point that it almost feels like I need to justify myself having them.
Also, regardless of what size you are, you can enjoy Busty Girl Comics!
